sam i yam not, nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows, enables and provides an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access to each excel lent power full point one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker tubby in her/his element field gloating as if they won the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire analogous to Celtic temptress, whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway, where sensory, levity, and ecstasy punctuate foray boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway spilling forth like offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly, and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway. force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway inundation of spam midway between now and eternity, essentially no way no more, and if necessary hermetically seal myself stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
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Author:
rew4er2nail (
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- Category: Humor
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